A small note:
Moon Sphinx is a drow (fae-furre) who is a citizen in the RPG dream, Atas' Cosita. She has resided her for nearly five years. Currently, she is the Head Artisan, and has made a name for herself among the other furres as a loyal friend, a fierce fighter, and a blunt speaker.
Atas'Cosita is a strict In-Character Rolepalying dream. To learn more about it, you can visit: WWW.Atascosita.com
Disclaimer: Same as before, I do not own Furcadia, only my characters and their storylines.
Chapter 2
In a deep eastern valley, a great heep of forest lays nearly unaccessable by the sheer cliffs that surrounds it. It was here that the group came to by way of deep, hidden subterraneal tunnel. The name of their only safe haven was Tiamhaidh; drear. A sad name for the only place they could call home, but their life was anything other than happy.
Here, the outcasts of the Drow, the despised of the elves, and the hatred of many furres...lived. They lived in bare, rocky caves away from the sun, for they were cursed to be like their darker brethren and could not witness the light they so wished to love. They were like criminals who wished to repent for their misdeeds, but were already sentenced to a life of imprisionment.
Among these trees they lit scant fires in the dead of night to eat by and look into the bright, silver eye of their lady. The eye that held much pity...when it watched at all.
It was also here that Imrae lived. A disgrace among any kind. She was weak to her family in the cities. She hated the Evil Goddess. Why shouldn't she? She saw no point in it. Worship of nasty arachnids. Once she could of been someone's slave, but not here. She was no one's property, and she swore to keep it so unto death.
She was also too strong for the outcasts. Her love for Eilistraee did not go far. This goddess cared only for grace and peace. The goddess didn't bother to give it out herself though. It was, however, quite conventient to live among them, so long as she was kept from her Matron's reach.
She was, of course, just another hated drow to anything else, and Imrae hated anything that hated her.
Imrae was a bitter, lost, and forlorn creature. She had lost much in the Underworld: her freedom, her innocence such as it was, and those her tiny black heart felt something for. Here, she expressed little caring and friendship save for her mentor, Maya, and the kind-souled Jhulae.
The group had arrived safely back home from their scouting expedition. Maya had felt the time had come to move her people, that it was best to never stay in one spot too long. Anyone could find them if they had the will to do so. Those that remained in the dank valley greeted them in relief. Few of their group ever successfully navigate their way through the forest without being waylayed. Imrae looked about the gaunt faces with their taunt, troubled smiles. A terrible feeling of disgust rose in her throat. They were so content to live this way, in fear of living another day if they dare leave this place, for they believed that so long as they were free any life was worth it. But, it was an empty life, and surely they could not hide for long from them.
Moon Sphinx is a drow (fae-furre) who is a citizen in the RPG dream, Atas' Cosita. She has resided her for nearly five years. Currently, she is the Head Artisan, and has made a name for herself among the other furres as a loyal friend, a fierce fighter, and a blunt speaker.
Atas'Cosita is a strict In-Character Rolepalying dream. To learn more about it, you can visit: WWW.Atascosita.com
Disclaimer: Same as before, I do not own Furcadia, only my characters and their storylines.
Chapter 2
In a deep eastern valley, a great heep of forest lays nearly unaccessable by the sheer cliffs that surrounds it. It was here that the group came to by way of deep, hidden subterraneal tunnel. The name of their only safe haven was Tiamhaidh; drear. A sad name for the only place they could call home, but their life was anything other than happy.
Here, the outcasts of the Drow, the despised of the elves, and the hatred of many furres...lived. They lived in bare, rocky caves away from the sun, for they were cursed to be like their darker brethren and could not witness the light they so wished to love. They were like criminals who wished to repent for their misdeeds, but were already sentenced to a life of imprisionment.
Among these trees they lit scant fires in the dead of night to eat by and look into the bright, silver eye of their lady. The eye that held much pity...when it watched at all.
It was also here that Imrae lived. A disgrace among any kind. She was weak to her family in the cities. She hated the Evil Goddess. Why shouldn't she? She saw no point in it. Worship of nasty arachnids. Once she could of been someone's slave, but not here. She was no one's property, and she swore to keep it so unto death.
She was also too strong for the outcasts. Her love for Eilistraee did not go far. This goddess cared only for grace and peace. The goddess didn't bother to give it out herself though. It was, however, quite conventient to live among them, so long as she was kept from her Matron's reach.
She was, of course, just another hated drow to anything else, and Imrae hated anything that hated her.
Imrae was a bitter, lost, and forlorn creature. She had lost much in the Underworld: her freedom, her innocence such as it was, and those her tiny black heart felt something for. Here, she expressed little caring and friendship save for her mentor, Maya, and the kind-souled Jhulae.
The group had arrived safely back home from their scouting expedition. Maya had felt the time had come to move her people, that it was best to never stay in one spot too long. Anyone could find them if they had the will to do so. Those that remained in the dank valley greeted them in relief. Few of their group ever successfully navigate their way through the forest without being waylayed. Imrae looked about the gaunt faces with their taunt, troubled smiles. A terrible feeling of disgust rose in her throat. They were so content to live this way, in fear of living another day if they dare leave this place, for they believed that so long as they were free any life was worth it. But, it was an empty life, and surely they could not hide for long from them.
